Saturday morning is my happiest time of the week. I was sitting in my favourite Italian restaurant, partaking of a full English, washed down with a cappuccino, feeling laid-back and at one with the world. I was also making good progress with the prize crossword: another boost to my mood.
The music playing on the radio was very much to my taste. We’d already had songs from James Taylor, Al Green, George Harrison.
Then The Who came on and spoilt it all. Don’t get me wrong: I like both The Who and their song “Won’t Get Fooled Again”. But the message brought me back to earth with a mighty bump, because we did get fooled again, many times. And there’s little sign of anything changing for the good. All that enthusiasm, hope, and optimism I had in 1971: what became of it? Was I naive to believe I would ever see peace in my lifetime? It certainly seems so.